"Look, you all know me. We've lived here for five years now. Right in this house. We're no different than the rest of you! We're no different at all. Really...this whole thing is just...just weird."
"I'm surprised at you, Charlie. How come you're so dense all of a sudden? Who do I talk to? I talk to monsters from outer space. I talk to threeheaded green men who fly over here in what look like meteors."
"Go ahead, Steve. What kind of radio set you workin' on? I never seen it. Neither has anyone else. Who you talk to on that radio set? And who talks to you?
"A figure has suddenly materialized in the gloom and in the silence we can hear the clickety-clack of slow, measured footsteps on concrete as the figure walks slowly toward them."
"Understand the procedure now? Just stop a few of their machines and radios and telephones and lawn mowers."
"But...but I didn't know who he was. I certainly didn't know who he was. He comes walkin' out of the darkness - how am I supposed to know who he was?"